The American's Past |Revamp|

Part 2- thanks england, now my truama is front and center

Everyone could only stare and watch as these kids were picked up by an unknown person, they weren't scared though only just looking up and giggling at this person. When they came into the light recognition flashed across Mathew's face and signed 'Mother' to America. He was confused....until he finally understood. His mom, this was his mom. He only heard stories though! Most nations remember their childhood. But they weren't most yeah? He looked back to the scene as Native America looked pale and sickly.

She kissed each child and said in the native tongue of the northern people "There are good people to the south of here. Always follow the North Star. Let's hope the creator helps you two on your path." While the twins understood easily the other nations needed translation.

There was snow everywhere as they seemingly walked for hours until they found it. On the horizons a small wooden town. The kids shared only a look and held their hands. It was quickly realized this wasn't just any permanent Native tribe. No this was New foundland.

Alfred looked back to the Nordics, Finland had a tight grip on Sweden. Sweden locked eyes with him before suddenly tearing his away from him.

'Weird' Alfred thought, and in the middle of the road was two blonde people only significantly taller than the other squinting at carved bark. the shorter one talked in an unknown language but it was Nordic in origin as most people were able to identify. When the taller one looked away from the bark it went right towards the kids. As if suddenly translated into English he went

"Are you the kids Miss told us to look after."

Mathew silently nodded "M-mother sent us...told us you would help. Told us that we shouldn't see her so sick."

The tall blonde nodded after a bit as if he had to translate in his hand "well then...I am Sweden and this is my partner Finland."

The now known Finland waved at them brightly as he was bundled up in furs "it's nice to meet you two!"

Alfred waved quickly back "I'm Nukilik and my brother is Atiqtalaaq!"

Atiqtalaaq hid behind Nukilik but he tried to have a brave face. Sweden chuckles, it was deep and unheard of. He simply told them to follow and made their way into a simple long cabin for them. Inside was an unlit fire, unskinned and skimmed animals around it as furs were being tanned outside. Small pots and pans were off to the side as two bedrolls stood near the flames. It looked quaint and luckily not so different as to what Nukilik and Atiqtalaaq were used to.

Meanwhile the modern day Atiqtalaaq and Nukilik were frozen, already holding their hands tight because they were raised by France and England. No they were raised by Nordics and they forgot. They forgot their own family. Alfred wanted to beat himself up. He would be so upset because to his old...family was the most important. Why....and all he could see were flashes. Them learning about the old Swedish and Finnish tongues, getting their first hunt...they looked so happy. So what happened to them? What happened to cause everything
to be ripped away?

It seemed like Sweden and Finland were thinking along the same lines and before they could watch more everything was back to light and a single wooden door stood in the middle. There was nothing else to do but open it. At least that's what North italy thought.